((New post, because it is good for the universe. I would like to applaud all of the Cravat's fine members for not making a home/Holmes pun, nor yet a Holmesosexual pun. Not yet.))

Location: The CravatTime: Out of time

Sherlock Holmes and John Watson stumbled out of the portal, Watson still a little wide eyed at the prospect of time travel, Holmes retaining his famous composure. They stood in wait of the others, avoiding each other's eyes.

"Oh, I am so very glad," Holmes snapped, then paused, suddenly horrified. "Rosenburg! They do not mention, these stories, my. . .the. . .sodomy?" Contrary to Gabe's earlier remark, and indeed, his usual personality, he was indeed grimacing.

Gabe resisted the urge to laugh at Holmes's grimace. "No," he said, finally. "There's no sodomy, though it is in first from Watson, so it's easy enough to read between the lines." He glanced over at Jeannot and Watson, only to see Jeannot looking considerably guilty and uncomfortable, and almost went over to them before realizing that he probably had his hands full already.

Holmes groaned, sensing Gabe's instinct and seeing his point of view. "No, we had better go speak with them. Only -" He stood up and looked Gabe earnestly in the eye. "Don't tell Watson that he's. . .fictional. It might disturb his equilibrium."

"My lips are sealed," Gabe replied. "The information is yours do with whatever you please, and I think it would be best if Watson remained as undistracted as is humanly possible, given the company and the circumstances. You'll probably need his help in this whole thing, won't you?"